Chapter 2 Ghost Traces
The rain has come to rest, and the autumn air on the empty mountain is clear.
Fu Qingzhou stepped onto the bluestone step by step and walked slowly to the entrance of a ruined temple.
Looking back, you can see the hundreds of thousands of mountains in the south, with eagles and falcons flying across the sea of clouds.
He smiled, took a deep breath, then his smile faded, and he turned back and opened the door of the ruined temple.
There was a squeaking sound, and the biting cold Yin Qi rushed towards the face. Everything that hit the eye was dilapidated and ruined. The ground was covered with bones, the incense burner collapsed, and the statues in the temple were broken and even had no heads.
Fu Qingzhou strode into the temple, and then a gust of wind blew back, and the door of the temple suddenly closed on its own.
But he was not surprised. He just sat cross-legged in front of the headless statue in front of the temple and said lightly: "I'm here."
There were a few snaps, and at the feet of the statue, Each incense candle ignited on its own, and white smoke rose up and enveloped it, making the image of the statue distorted and weird.
After a few breaths, a hoarse voice that sounded like a man or a woman came from the smoke: "Kill another one?"
"Killed another one."
Fu Qingzhou nodded and said: "But it's still not the one who killed my father."
"Humph..." The voice in the smoke sneered: "That one back then I'm afraid the magic stick has left Bailu Mountain a long time ago and you can't find it."
Fu Qingzhou raised his eyelids and stared at the smoke, as if staring at the statue: "If I can't find him, you will never think about it. Get out of here."
This sentence seemed to hit the opponent's pain point, and the voice suddenly became angry: "Bailu Mountain is so big! Bailu Mountain is so big!"
"In the past three years, I have dug through the mountains and dug the ground to find more than a dozen magic sticks for you. What else do you want! I can't find them! I can't even find half of them! You have killed all the magic sticks here!"
"Why don't you change your wish! Women? Magical skills? Magic? Or do you want to be an official? I'll help you do it! I've been feeding it to dogs for the past three years, so you can change your wish!"
Fu Qingzhou listened, unmoved, and smiled softly: "Why are you so anxious? Didn't you say that you have been here for hundreds of years, and you still have a year or two left?"
The voice became even more angry: "You have been holding in your urine for forty-eight hours, and it is about to burst. Now I tell you that you have to hold it in for another quarter of an hour, are you holding it in!"
Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows slightly: " Don’t forget, you wanted to kill me when we first met.”
As soon as these words were spoken, the voices in the smoke became quiet.
After a while, it regained its composure and said slowly: "Huh... there is indeed no magic stick in Bailu Mountain anymore. If you want revenge, there is no point in staying here."
Fu Qingzhou knew that what it said was true.
He is not relying on this "smoker" to find the magic stick, he is also looking for it himself. Indeed, within a hundred miles of Bailu Mountain, there should be no gods pretending to be immortals to deceive people and kill people. Stick.
I’m afraid it’s true what it said, the guy who killed his adoptive father is no longer around.
Three years ago, his adoptive father was deceived by a magician and "refined elixirs and cultivated immortality" at home day and night. Fu Qingzhou was only an eleven or twelve-year-old child at the time. His adoptive father did not listen to his advice and finally swallowed a pill when Fu Qingzhou went out to buy food. He died with a "golden elixir".
It had been seven years since Fu Qingzhou traveled across time, but he had never left Xijiao Village where his adoptive father lived - after all, he was still young and not suitable for traveling.
As for the Qingwa Village that was shouted out in front of the old Taoist priest before, it was just one of the villages where the magic stick caused trouble. The Taoist priest's range of activities was not large. If he claimed to be from other places, it would easily arouse suspicion.
In the small Xijiao Village, Fu Qingzhou knew very little about the world. He only knew that he was in an ancient dynasty named Dayan, with vast territory and strong soldiers and horses. Except for the strong ones in the north, When barbarians invade the frontier, Dayan can be said to have peace in all directions and peace in all directions.
In such a prosperous age, culture should have been valued over martial arts, but there are constant mysterious legends about immortals in the world, and evil things happen in various places from time to time, so the rumors of immortals become more popular. , so the practice of martial arts became very popular.
In a remote mountainous place like this, the jurisdiction of the imperial government cannot be said to be very strong, it can only be said to be almost non-existent.
So, when Fu Qingzhou found his first charlatan and tried to avenge his father, he was almost beaten into a disability by the other party.
When he first traveled through time ten years ago, he was still a five or six-year-old boy with no strength to tie a chicken. However, he was inexplicably found in the mountains and had to survive alone. The days were unforgettable. If he hadn't worked as a criminal policeman for two or three years after graduation in his previous life and had some knowledge of survival in the wild, he would have died long ago.
It was Fu Haichao, his adoptive father, who picked him up and treated him as his own. He would rather eat less than he wanted to ensure that he was well fed so that he could survive... How could he not avenge this?
After that, he practiced martial arts hard, but his adoptive father taught him only crude boxing, kicking, and archery skills in the mountains, and it was useless no matter how hard he practiced... Until one day when he was hunting a wild fox, he came here to ruin the temple.
There was a ghost in the ruined temple who tried to seize Fu Qingzhou's body, but in the end he screamed "Why are you so powerful, you little ghost?" and escaped from his body in embarrassment. Fu Qingzhou, who had read countless traditional fairy tales and fantasy novels in his early years, naturally knew that it was probably because he was a time traveler... This was just the most basic routine in various novels, but he didn't expect it to be the same in reality.
But of course he couldn't point it out. Instead, after the initial surprise, he decided to make a deal with this ruined temple smoker.
Let it teach you the skills and find enemies for you, and you promise to take it out of here after revenge.
What happened after that was as mentioned above. Fu Qingzhou spent three years practicing excellent archery and killed one charlatan after another - including the one who seriously injured him in the first place. No one is the enemy who killed his adoptive father.
In the past three years, the two parties have gotten along extremely happily. When there were no conflicts, they would often make fun of each other, and there was an inexplicable feeling of hurting friends.
After pondering, he slowly asked: "In your opinion, it's time for me to leave Bailu Mountain?"
"That's natural."
Smoking Ghost Jiejie He smiled and said: "This place is remote and impoverished. Even though I have all kinds of magical skills, but the mountains and rivers here are poor and you have no elixirs and no caves, how can you practice? Why don't you take me away..."
"You If you can achieve unparalleled skills, I can also search for your enemy. When the time is right, I can find a perfect body and take it away. From now on, you and I can go our separate ways, how about it?"
Fu Qingzhou smiled slightly: "It's a good idea, but I don't know how I can take you away?"
The smoker's voice became impatient: "Okay, okay! This statue has been subjected to incense for hundreds of years, and it can barely bear my soul. , you take the stone heart, and I will possess it!"
"Haha..." Fu Qingzhou smiled: "Then I have an extra grandfather?"
He? He stood up, picked up a piece of white bones at hand, climbed up to the altar, followed Yan Gui's instructions and opened the chest of the cracked statue, and sure enough he took out a round stone the size of a heart.
The boulder was cold and natural to the touch. In the blink of an eye, all the surrounding smoke gathered and poured into it, making the heart of the stone tremble slightly.
"This stone doesn't look strong."
Fu Qingzhou walked out of the ruined temple while weighing the heart of the stone and murmured: "If it gets bumped, gets burned, or gets flooded, will anything happen to you? "
"Can't you be more careful? Go back and wait until you get out of the mountain. If you find a good piece of jade or a good sword, I can take care of you."
< br>The Smoker was finally able to leave this place and said in a very cheerful tone: "But you are just too worried. This is a stone after all. As long as it is not smashed to pieces, I will..."
At this point, It was suddenly startled.
Because Fu Qingzhou had placed the stone heart on the ground and picked up a large bluestone from the side of the mountain road.
"What are you going to do?!"
The stone heart trembled, and the smoker's roar came out: "Don't mess around!"
"You are a disaster."
Fu Qingzhou slowly raised the big bluestone above his head and sneered: "Don't you deserve to die if you cause trouble?"
The smoker was shocked: "Don't, don't! I, I, I, I will teach you everything I have! From now on, you will be my disciple... No, brother! I call you brother!"
"I "It's not rare."
Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows: "If there is a magical method in this world, I will find it myself; if I want to take revenge and eliminate harm, I will do it myself. As for you..."
He turned around and looked at the bones scattered on the ground in the ruined temple.
Before its arrival, the smoker had already killed countless people. It must have taken the bodies of countless people, but those people were not strong enough to support its soul and eventually died.
In the past, I needed it and had no ability to kill it. Now it has let down its vigilance and ran into a rock that is not too strong. Isn't it a God-given opportunity?
Keeping it by your side will never be a good end for you.
But at the moment when the bluestone slab was about to fall, the heart of the stone was shaken, and he roared like a smoker at the top of his lungs: "I have planted a curse on you. If I die, you will not survive." A full moon night!”
(End of this chapter)